User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-3135907-20150213202022/@comment-2246928-20150226164848

The weasel, Rigglo, nodded, crouched alongside the fox. "Aye, knows this place like th' back o' me paw. Pretty quiet 'n' empty around 'ere, fer good reason- Lil' savage ratbeasts not too far from here. Hearken, even th' birds dare not sing." Curious, the fox cocked his head to the side, listening intently. As Rigglo had said, no birdsong could be heard. The land was silent as the dead.

"Wherrrrre?"

Rigglo figured that the local Painted Ones were to be blamed. He outstretched a paw towards the more heavily wooded area beyond. "There, sir."

Riizaaro slunk closer, studying the woods beyond the field of grass between them intently. Then, he nodded to the trackers. "Arrrrrows rrrready."